Call me Boots. I'm a PFC, 21 years old, mechanic on the base and I was born in Hungary, I speak Hungarian, English and a very few words in Russian and Italian.
(Hiii, mod is Knu, adult, they/them, this is an oc and rp blog. English is my second language so I won't use it perfectly but I try my best. My personal blog is @knusstuff , you can find drawings there and my other oc blog is @corporal-marcel )
(Oc details and rules:)
General information:
Name: -
Call-sign: Boots
Y.O.S: 5
D.O.B: 2005 -
Rank: PFC
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5'8 / 170cm
Weight: 136 lbs/ 62 kg
Skin color: White
Body type: toned
Hair colour: dark brown
Hair lenght: outgrown buzzcut
Eye colour: grayish blue
Tattoos: none
Scars:
- two contracture scars on the sides of her left forearm
- scratch scars going in the same direction on her back
- skin replacement instead of breasts
- severely mutilated ears (no hearing damage)
-small horizontal scar on left cheek
Piercings and jewellery: both ears pierced but not wearing earrings nor any other jewellery
Health data:
Blood type: B positive
Diagnoses: Misophonia, Survivor's guilt
Personal information:
Sexuality: ?
Birthplace: Hungary
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NSFW content may appear in my rp stories, such as detailed injuries, drinking, flirting, touching and more. If you still decide to interact, it's on you.
When it's Blue it is me, Knu talking, the mod (not the oc). When it's Red, it's really serious text.
My rules:
--You can:
-flirt with the character
-send NSFW asks, to a limit.
-gore allowed, but keep in mind minors might interact
-roleplay with the character
-chat with the character
-send ask to the mod
-dm the mod
-ship the character (let me know)
--You can Not:
-send extreme and/or too detailed NSFW asks
-send NSFW pictures
-flirt (not playfully) with the mod. Mod is not intrested in a realitionship. I have a partner.
-ask about politics
-ask for personal information from the mod
-send hate or hurtful wishes towards anyone out of character
-talk behind someone's back, especially out of character
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Boots had long darkbrown hair that was always tied up in a bun but accidentally trimmed down a part from it and then she got ordered to shave it all off. 10% of the time she wears a shemagh wrapped around her head because of a trauma.
She can fix smaller problems on military vehicles and usually wears her uniform, she always wanted to be a automotive mechatronics specialist (mechanic).
She wants to get to know people around the base and make friends but she doesn't want to be annoying. She can be flirty but most of the time she's calm and just friendly.
Trauma and story behind scars wills unfold trough rps.
HyenaHybrid!Boots exists, you can send a hybrid au rp ask too
If you have a problem with me, ignore this blog.
I accept criticism but don't be an asshole about it.
(This is Knu in real life again, I made this blog so I can somewhat join the cod community and roleplay as my oc. It's for fun. I love the game, tried playing it but mostly I just watched gameplays, if I don't say a rank correctly or mess up something in the lore forgive me.)
No one knew how, why, or when, but a kitchen staff had out something in the meal packs, making them a little sweeter and addicting. A few soldiers had commented about it on the way out, but no one paid too much mind to it.
However, maybe they should have. Because now all the soldiers were waking up completely swapped around. The male soldiers now a woman, and the women soldiers now men. After a while, they gathered in the common room, all equally confused at what the hell happened overnight.
Optional interaction part
Albie stands in the crowd, looking over his body with confusion, long hair dropping down as he looks at his shorter legs. "What the hell happened?" He asks himself and sighs, running his hands through his middle length hair with a heavy complaint. "This is stupid, why am I a lady?! And why is my hair so damn long!?" He adds on with his now different voice while throws his hands up, sitting on a lounge and shaking his head.
Boots didn't notice anything at first, but only for a few seconds after she woke up. Her clothes are a bit tighter and she bumped her head into the top bunk while sitting up. She gets up and looks in the mirror. Her face is a bit different. Her shoulders are different. Her muscles are different.
"-the fuck..."
She puts on a white T-shirt and the mechanic overall over it before going out into the hall then to the common room, stepping to the first person she sees.
Have u seen those marshmallows that are big as hell and have chocolate in them? Like mid center. They like absolutely NEED to be cooked tho cause it feels like trying to eat a chocolate frozen lollipop mixed with tootsie if ya don’t
